Page 38 of Imperfect Skin

“Green, Daddy.”

“Alright. You did a good job of keeping Daddy’s cock warm, now let’s see just how talented you are with that mouth. Kneel up for me, sweet thing.” Mouse sat up straight and scooted back as I stood. I reached over to the table and grabbed the other thing I’d found when I’d been searching for my rope, a small silver bell.

“Hold out your hands, please.” Mouse held his bound hands out in front of him. “Not hurting or pinching anywhere?”

I watched Mouse’s face carefully as he answered. I trusted him, but I also knew he was a man who pushed his own limits, regardless of his safety.

“No, Daddy, it feels good.” Mouse wiggled his fingers to show me.

I placed my hand under his chin and tipped his face upwards, looking into his eyes. His pupils had blown wide, nearly engulfing the brown of his irises. “Good boy. I want you to hold onto this bell. If you need to safe-word, you’re not going to be able to speak, so I want you to drop the bell. I’ll hear it and stop immediately.”

“Yes Daddy, I promise.”

“My perfect lamb. Now part those pretty lips and let Daddy fuck your throat,” I growled, as Mouse’s eyes fluttered shut. I grabbed a handful of Mouse’s hair and guided him towards my cock, and for a moment I felt like my knees might buckle, as once again my length was surrounded by the heaven that was Mouse’s mouth.

I didn’t stop until my cockhead nudged the back of his throat. I felt his muscles constrict slightly at the intrusion, then relax.

“That’s it, lamb. Relax for me, let me in.” I rocked my hips back and forth slowly. I was transfixed, watching my cock slide between Mouse’s lips. My head tilted back as his tongue lapped my cock like some forbidden treat.

The muscles in Mouse’s throat relaxed, letting me slip deeper into his welcoming heat. I tortured myself, rolling my hips slowly. He gasped around my length, breath hard to come by when he was at my mercy like this. I withdrew slowly, focused on his face, then pushed back in, his tongue dancing along my length. Mouse blinked up at me with tears and joy in his eyes. I brought my hand down to cup his throat. I swore I could feel the bulge of my cock as I went deeper.

I wasn’t going to last long. It was too good, too fucking perfect. My fingers itched to grab tighter, to block Mouse’s breath until he was writhing under me, but we needed to talk limits before I did that. But I did squeeze a little tighter—a hint, a promise of things to come if we continued down this path together.

I swore Mouse was trying to smile around my cock. His eyes were bright with arousal and his lips were covered in saliva. He looked debauched, and so fucking perfect.

“That’s perfect, you’re my perfect, slutty boy. Use your tongue more, that’s it.” I moved my hands from his throat to his hair, tugging roughly at the soft strands. Mouse was treating my cock like he would his favourite ice cream. There was nothing tentative about how he caressed and teased my cock, bringing me to the very edge. I gripped his hair harder and stilled his movements, then thrust as deep as I could go. When Mouse was gasping and making choked-off sounds, I slowly withdrew—then did it again.

“Such a needy boy. I bet you would do this all day if I let you.” The need to come grew heavier. I was near the edge, my balls aching with the need to spill down his throat. I tangled my fingers in Mouse’s hair and tugged none too gently. “Daddy needs to come, and your mouth is for Daddy’s pleasure, sweet lamb. I know you can take it.”

Mouse nodded and began to suck in earnest, his bound hands still clasped in his lap, his pretty cock red and weeping with need. I thrust deeper, cutting his air off for a moment then drawing back, each time a little longer. Mouse writhed and moaned around my cock, the clench of his throat nearly as addictive as his tears. Nobody else would get to see him like this if I had my way.

That was the thought that set me off. Mouse was mine. My knees nearly went out from under me with the strength of my orgasm. Mouse choked and coughed around my softening length as I reluctantly withdrew from his luscious mouth.

“That’s it, lamb, don’t spill a drop.” Mouse obediently swallowed as he tilted his head up towards me. A drop of my come smeared the corner of his mouth, and I wiped it with my thumb, then fed it back to my precious boy.

“Did I do good, Daddy?” Mouse was looking up at me, uncertainty creeping around the corners of his eyes.

“So good for me. So fucking perfect.” Cupping his face, I leaned down to kiss him. “So good, in fact, I think you deserve a reward.” I reached down to cup his cock and found it and his belly smeared with come. His eyes darted away when I looked at him, his cheeks colouring pink.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I came without your permission.” Mouse sighed. “I fucked up.”

“Nonsense. Did I tell you not to come?” I knelt in front of him and quickly started to untie the ropes.

Mouse shook his head, still looking uncertain, “No, but…”

“Ah, none of that. Do you know how sexy it is that you came while I fucked your mouth?” I ran my thumb across his lips, smiling at him. “Now, what kind of reward can I give my beautiful, slutty boy?”

Mouse blushed at the word. “Not beautiful.”

“If Daddy tells you that you’re beautiful, you need to believe him, lamb. Now, I think some cuddles on the couch before I cook us some dinner might be in order, what do you think?”

Mouse looked at me and gave a small shrug, “Cuddles sound good. Can I, um—” He trailed off, turning his head away.

“Can you what?” I helped him stand and led him to where his clothes were thrown and picked them up.

“You’re going to think it’s silly, or boring.” Mouse shuffled his feet as I held out his sleep pants.

“Let me get you dressed, then you can tell me what you want. I’m never going to think what you want or need is silly, Mouse.”

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